“That’s it, lass. Ye’re doing well for me.” Keegan slipped a finger past the exterior, and Willow damn near melted into a pool of water.
“I…I…wouldnae forgive meself.”
Another finger slid past that first barrier, and together, they began to sink inside her once more. Willow clamped down around him, and Keegan’s previous rhythm began anew—if torturously slowly.
“Why, lassie? Why would ye be so affected?”
Her blood pounded in every part of her, a throb in her nethers, in her temples, in her very soul. Willow arched up off the shelves as Keegan turned his hand and hooked his fingers into that spot at the top of her walls. She surged around him, his touch drawing out warmth and wetness.
“Willow,” he dragged out, and when she still didn’t say anything, Keegan stopped again.
“Nay!” Her eyes flared open, and she met the laird’s taunting smirk with a teary stare. “Please! I…I daenae…”
“Aye?” He pressed hard into that same area.
“Ugh!” She was right there, back at that precipice once more. “I…I daenae…”
It was no use. The confession would be heard, and even as she knew that she would be regretting this after, Willow could not keep the words contained.
“I daenae want ye to be hurt…or die!”
Satisfaction spread over Keegan’s face as he stared down at her. Willow trembled, everything burning to the point that she couldn’t think of anything else.
“That’s me sweet,sweetlassie.”
Moving like a furious strike, Keegan surged forward and claimed Willow’s lips in a feverish kiss. The touch was maddening and fire and all-consuming.
And then he tended to that ache between her legs, stroking deep within her in a quicker pace that sent her right up to the damned stars and back. Overwhelming sensations rocked Willow beyond this world, and she crashed through the most earth-shattering experience of her life.
Ripples of pleasure took over her body, and Keegan’s furious motions within her kept on until her bones had disappeared, and she couldn’t so much as stand on her own. Willow sagged against the shelves, separating their kiss, and then her head dropped to Keegan’s chest.
“My, my, lass. Ye certainly can make quite the commotion.”
Willow peeked up at him, without lifting her head. As she took in his content smirk, she cocked a brow.
“What?”
“Are ye nae aware of how ye moaned against me lips? I’d be surprised if there was a single person in the castle who dinnae hear ye.”
Heat swelled through her cheeks, mortification seizing her tightly enough to choke her. She could hardly catch her breath before, and now Willow was stammering, unable to take even one lungful of air.
“I…I-I dinnae…I wouldnae…”
Keegan just chuckled softly, and Willow was ever so tempted to swat him on the arm. But her attention was swiftly pulled away as she shifted and was made aware of Keegan’s fingers still coiled in her channel. A strangled groan left her as the movement stirred her nerves again, and Willow internally balked.
How was it possible that her body could still respond like that to him? Was it possible that she might be able to…do that again?
Nay. Come now, Willow. That was…Nay. Ye mustn’t.
Seeing the flicker of affection touch Willow’s face, Keegan smirked once more, slowly withdrawing himself from her. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, and still, she wondered at how much her body could take. It was clearly not of the same notions as her mind.
“Ye worry for me. Do ye, lass?”
Willow looked up to Keegan, her eyes beginning to burn as so many sensations—the slick between her legs, the subtle ache,the drying tears on her cheeks—made it difficult for her to even think. All she could do was nod.
In a move that Willow did not expect, Keegan leaned forward, kissing away the lingering wetness on her face. He smoothed the desperate tears away with his caresses and then removed his knee, allowing her skirts to fall back into place. There was a silence that spread between them like the night sky, and Willow found her gaze roaming over Keegan’s face and body as if her mind were trying to memorize him thoroughly.
Embarrassment flooded around her again as she glanced down at his hand, seeing the glistening slick covering his fingers.